[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel rubbed her finger along the heart locket. A lovely pattern on the locket. All of the sudden, a breeze blew across her face, which was pleasant compared to the heat of the fire. Someone had opened a window to let in the cool night air. Alatariel put her hood down on her back to feel the cool air, which let you see her long, dark brown hair that shined in the firelight. Her soft, green eyes gave off a glint of light. The breeze blew across her soft. fair skin, which reminded her of some of her good times in the past, soft summer breezes, warm sunlight.

She looked to see who it was that opened the window. A young hobbit-lass, who had apparently thought it was a bit too stuffy in here. Looking back down to the locket, she opened it, revealing a picture of a beautiful, woman with soft, green eyes and flowing brown hair. Alatariel knew that what once was, is now lost. She was left to wandering middle-earth, but she did not mind. She felt something special in this place, a warm welcoming feeling.

She saw a bit of a ruckuss over near the open window. The young hobbit-lass' mother came over. "Don't open that window, you might give some of the other guests a chill." The mother said, closing the window.

Alatariel, disapionted in the window being closed, put her hood back over her head, leaving her face to be covered in shadows. She sat back in the chair and watched the other guests.